His tone was rough, almost threatening. "'Sdeath!" cried Jonathan, staring at the breach in the wall. But as Rowland sprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like a volley of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst its bondage. "That's for Mrs. I made her my unwilling confederate. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury.
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